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Thursday, 5 June 2025

The Write Advice 219: LISA APPIGNANESI

 

Writing a memoir means that you've probably reached a certain age, an age where mortality seems close to you, either because your parents have died or are dying, or because your children are growing up and abandoning you in one sense or another.  And I think that's the age at which people begin to think about the past.  It will lead you to consider all kinds of questions about truth and the workings of memory… I think the first thing to do is to select out.  Otherwise you'll have no time to live as you recollect the past — there is a great deal of it!  So select out for the moments that have a particular resonance for you.  Play with those and see where they take you.  They may take you into interesting places and not necessarily the places where you thought you might visit… For me, the memoir is not autobiography.  It's very, very distant from that.  There's no attempt to give a chronological rendition of one's life.  I was looking at the traces of the legacies.  I used the novelist's skills of going into the minds of the people you know least — namely my parents before I was born!  These are totally mysterious others.  You also need to be able to set scenes and to be able create movement in the text and create characters the way a novelist would. 


'How To Write Memoirs' [BBC World Service]

 

 


 

Use the link below to read a recent article by Polish-British-Canadian novelist, writer and social advocate LISA APPIGNANESI:

 

 

https://www.freud.org.uk/2025/01/05/24042/

 

 

 

 

 

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Thursday, 13 March 2025

Being There (1970) by JERZY KOSINSKI


Bantam Books US film tie-in edition, 1979




For some time he stood in the garden looking around lazily in the morning sun.  Then he disconnected the sprinkler and walked back to his room.  He turned on the TV, sat down on the bed, and flicked the channel changer several times.  Country houses, skyscrapers, newly built apartment houses, churches shot across the screen.  He turned the set off.  The image died; only a small blue dot hung in the center of the screen, as if forgotten by the rest of the world to which it belonged; then it too disappeared.  The screen filled with grayness; it might have been a slab of stone.
    Chance got up and now, on the way to the gate, he remembered to pick up the old key that for years had hung untouched on a board in the corridor next to his room.  He walked to the gate and inserted the key; then, pulling the gate open, he crossed the threshold, abandoned the key in the lock, and closed the gate behind him.  Now he could never return to the garden.
     He was outside the gate.  The sunlight dazzled his eyes.  The sidewalks carried the passers-by away, the tops of the parked cars shimmered in the heat.
   He was surprised:  the street, the cars, the buildings, the people, the faint sounds were images already burned into his memory.  So far, everything outside the gate resembled what he had seen on TV; if anything, objects and people were bigger, yet slower, simpler and more cumbersome.  He had the feeling that he had seen it all.



 

The Novel:  There is something irresistibly appealing about Being There, Jerzy Kosinski's third, very short novel that was published to almost universal acclaim in 1970.  The elegantly narrated story of Chance, an orphaned idiot-savant who emerges from the safe home of his guardian — a person he knows only as 'the Old Man' — into a world he comprehends exclusively through the distancing lens of television has the dream-like quality of a fable or fairy tale, offering a vision of what was then the 'modern world' that remains totally unique and disturbingly relevant in our own age of fake news and spurious celebrity.

 

The story begins with Chance working in the Old Man's garden (a modern version of the Garden of Eden), a task he relishes because, apart from watching television, it's the only activity he has been encouraged and entrusted to pursue unsupervised since childhood.  He can neither read nor write nor, we're told, 'understand much of what others were saying to him or around him' — other qualities he shares with the Biblical figure of Adam as depicted in the Old Testament.  Chance has never ventured beyond the garden gate into the outside world or had any form of social contact with anyone besides the Old Man (a stand-in for God) and Louise, the Jamaican-born maid who prepares his meals and serves them to him in his room each day.  

 

It is Louise who discovers the Old Man dead in his bed one morning, a discovery that results in her returning to her native Jamaica (where she too promptly dies) and, in time, brings a pair of lawyers snooping round the house.  Finding no mention of Chance in his dead employer's business papers, they question him regarding his identity, receiving the forthright reply that he is and always has been the gardener.  "No one knows the garden better than I," he calmly informs his baffled visitors.  "From the time I was a child, I am the only one who has ever worked here."  Unable to produce any documentation to verify his identity, Chance is told that the house will be sealed the following day and that he — a person with no valid claim to any part of the Old Man's estate as far as they can ascertain — must be gone from it by noon.

 

Chance does as he's told, taking an old-fashioned but almost brand new suitcase from the attic and packing his few meager possessions into it.  He then walks through the gate for the first time into the outside world (the ejection from Paradise), not getting too far along the street before the weight of the suitcase and the heat of the day oblige him to stop and rest.  As he steps off the sidewalk he is struck by a reversing limousine, its bumper pinning his left leg against the bumper of the vehicle immediately behind it.  A fashionably dressed young woman soon emerges from the back seat of the limousine and, after inspecting Chance's damaged leg, offers to take him to her own home where her sick husband — an elderly financier named Benjamin Rand — is being cared for round-the-clock by his personal team of physicians.  After the woman introduces herself to him as EE, short for Elizabeth Eve (Eve being the other inhabitant of the Garden of Eden), Chance introduces himself to her as he has seen other men on television do when meeting somebody for the first time.  "I am Chance," he explains, "the gardener."  EE mishears this as 'Chauncey Gardiner' and this becomes his new name.

 

Bantam Books, c 1972

 

 

Chance loses consciousness before they reach the Rand home, awakening several hours later to find himself installed in one of its many large comfortable bedrooms.  A doctor visits and assures him that his leg is not broken and will be fine after he receives regularly scheduled injections to help control the pain caused by his injury.  EE is soon at his side, filled with remorse for what her chauffeur has done to him and, after being informed that he has no wife and family, requesting that he do her the favor of staying with herself and her husband as their guests until he's fully recovered.  Chance is happy to accept EE's generous offer and, that night, dines with her and Rand who, he's surprised to learn, is significantly older than his wife and nearly as infirm as the Old Man whose garden he was recently forced to abandon.  

 

Rand pumps his visitor for information about himself, taking Chance's comments about having no pressing business of his own to attend to and seeking a new garden to work in metaphorically rather than literally as they're intended to be taken.  Concluding that his guest must be a cagey fellow businessman, Rand asks Chance to meet with his associates at the First American Finance Corporation, perhaps with the view to helping him locate the new 'garden' he claims to be searching for.  Chance promises to think the offer over, completely incapable of understanding what his host is actually talking about.

 

The next day Rand tells Chance that he wants him to meet the US President, who will be visiting him at home before going on to address a meeting of the Financial Institute in the city.  This meeting takes place a few hours later, with the President making the same erroneous assumptions about Chance's background and profession that Rand so eagerly leapt to the previous evening.  When asked by the President what he thinks about the 'bad season' on Wall Street, Chance replies as any experienced horticulturalist might:  "In a garden… growth has its season.  There are spring and summer, but there are also fall and winter.  And then spring and summer again.  As long as the roots are not severed, all is well and all will be well."  The President is impressed by what he takes to be Chance's refreshingly optimistic statement about the health of the national economy, referencing it in the speech he delivers that afternoon and mentioning the name 'Chauncey Gardiner' to the reporters who attend his post-speech press conference.  Suddenly everybody wants to know who the President's mysterious new policy advisor is, prompting the producers of This Evening, a popular TV news program, to invite Chance to appear on that evening's edition of the show as a last-minute replacement for the suddenly (conveniently?) unavailable Vice President.

 

Chance's first television appearance is a triumph, with his comments about gardening again taken completely out of context by the program's host and its politically divided studio audience.  He becomes an instant celebrity, his good looks commented upon by a famous actress and his performance enthusiastically praised by Rand when he returns to the latter's mansion following the broadcast.  

 

But EE, now on her way home after a visit to Denver, still finds herself puzzled by the identity of their new houseguest.  Who exactly is Mr Gardiner and where exactly does he hail from?  Although she once took the liberty of rummaging through his belongings while he was sleeping, she found 'no documents among them, no checks, no money, no credit cards; she was not able to find even the stray stub of a theater ticket… Presumably, his personal affairs were attended to by a business or a bank which remained at his instant disposal.  For he was obviously well to do.'  She wonders if he has suffered a serious financial reversal or is on the run from the woman he loves, unable to decide if he should return to her or not.  EE herself is physically attracted to him and fantasizes about the two of them making love.  (The biblical loss of innocence.)  'The thought of seducing him, of making him lose his composure, excited her.  The more withdrawn he was, the more she wanted him to look at her and to acknowledge her desire, to recognize her as a willing mistress.'

 

Later that evening EE asks Chance to come to her room where, no longer able to control herself, she tries to seduce him.  But Chance, who has no idea what sex is and has never experienced an erection, sits there passively while his hostess tearfully confesses that she loves him and wants them to be physically intimate with each other, convincing herself that his disinterest in the idea of making love to her is the product of self-restraint motivated by feelings of loyalty to her dying husband. 

 

 

Grove Press, 1999

 

 

The next morning Chance is once again the talk of the town, with reporters now referring to him as 'one of the chief architects of the President's policy speech.'  EE, who missed his television appearance because she was traveling again, is thrilled by his success and asks him to consider continuing to live with herself and Rand who, she says, "feels so much more secure with you under the same roof."  She also arranges for Chance to accompany her to a social event she's expected to attend that evening in her capacity as a member of the United Nations Hospitality Committee, an event at which Chance succeeds in unwittingly convincing the Secretary-General of that organization and various foreign dignitaries of his genius just as he's unintentionally convinced the Rands and everybody else that he's a man in possession of exceptional levels of intelligence and insight.  The Russian Ambassador sends a classified report about him to Moscow, while the US President becomes increasingly frustrated by the lack of solid information his aides have been able to dig up about him — someone, he huffily reminds them, he has now quoted publicly on two separate occasions.

 

EE whisks Chance off to a sumptuous party being held in the townhouse of one of her society friends, where he once again makes a favorable impression on everyone he meets including a publisher who almost immediately offers him a book deal.  When he states that he can't write, the publisher is quick to assure him that this makes no difference as he'll be provided with the company's best editor and a full-time research assistant.  He's also propositioned by another male guest who asks him if he'd like to sneak off upstairs and 'do it.'  Ignorant of what the man has in mind, Chance innocently replies that he likes to watch.  Aroused by this statement, his new friend leads Chance to a bedroom where, after some kissing and caressing which provokes absolutely no response from the baffled gardener, he strips naked and proceeds to masturbate.  'The man was certainly ill,' Chance decides.  The man reaches for Chance's shoe, pressing his erect penis against the sole of it.  'From under the shoe a white substance coursed forth in short spurts… The man twitched for the last time… He closed his eyes.  Chance reclaimed his foot and quietly left.

 

Later that same night, Chance has a similar experience with EE when, unable to sleep, she once again visits him in his room where, as usual, she finds him contentedly watching television.  This time she makes no effort to restrain herself.  She gets into bed with Chance, lasciviously rubbing her naked body against his unresponsive, pyjama-clad one only to be told, as he told the masturbating man at the party, that he likes to watch.  EE is initially angered by this, suggesting that it proves he's not attracted to her, but soon concludes that he wants to watch her touch herself rather than engage in the act of intercourse with her.  EE finds herself liberated by what she assumes to be his voyeurism, telling him after bringing herself to orgasm that he has made her free and, before dropping off to sleep, asking him to accompany her to yet another social function, this time a ball, to be held in the nation's capital the following evening.

 

Chance attends the ball in Washington with EE as required, unaware that he now has his own KGB dossier and code name and that, like the Russians, the US Government is still unable to learn anything definite about his background, education or financial status.  But this is not necessarily the hurdle it appears to be to those supervising the President's re-election campaign.  Chauncey Gardiner, they decide, will make the ideal Vice President.  The newcomer is well-liked, well-spoken and, most importantly, comes across on television as being 'one of us.'  

 

Chance, of course, is happily oblivious to all of this.  Leaving the noise and glare of the party behind, he steps outside into the cool night air, finding himself in a garden where he's once again able to find the peace he has sought and missed so much since being ejected from the Old Man's house a week earlier.  He is where a gardener belongs and, for him, nothing could be more delightful or more emotionally rewarding.

 

Being There is the gentlest and most accessible of its author's nine published novels, largely due to the detached child-like personality of its protagonist — a man who sets out to deceive no one but ends up deceiving the President of the United States and every other person he encounters merely by being himself and speaking the truth about horticulture, the one subject he possesses a legitimately extensive knowledge of.  Chance is, in fact, a blank page — the code name he is given by the KGB — upon which everybody else is free to create their own made-to-order version of him, thereby satisfying their particular requirements and expectations while remaining blissfully ignorant of the truth.  His unworldliness makes him seem the opposite of unworldly, while his naïvete makes him seem the opposite of naïve to people trained, thanks to the media, to automatically accept everything they see and hear at face value.  He is also that oldest of literary devices — the 'wise fool' whose adventures confirm how gullible human beings are and how willing we are to believe whatever supports our personal agendas, misguided or just plain foolish though these may be.  He is, as one reviewer described him, 'a fabulous creature of our age' whose story continues to resonate in a world where celebrity is wrongly equated with qualities like intelligence and talent and a convicted felon and former host of a reality television program was twice elected the leader of the most powerful, well-armed nation on earth despite his unrepentant narcissism, sexism and racism and his widely televised attempt to overthrow its legitimately elected government.   

 




JERZY KOSINSKI, c 1960

 

 

The Writer:  Jerzy Kosinski's final novel, published three years before his death on 3 May 1991, was titled The Hermit of 69th Street.  Subtitled The Working Papers of Norbert Kosky, it is a lengthy metafictional work concerning Mr Kosky's attempt to write a book while displaying an obsessive concern with verifying his facts.  The book is filled with hundreds of detailed footnotes, many of which are fictional or, if not, are often consciously and deliberately inaccurate.  Savaged by the critics, the novel subsequently sank without a trace, viewed as a kind of bad literary joke that few readers possessed the interest or the stamina to tackle.  But it was clearly a book that Kosinski felt compelled to write, given the controversy that marred the latter half of his career and saw him accused, among other things, of being a liar and a plagiarist.  'Kosky' is Kosinski with the 'sin' removed, a writer determined to defend himself against those who had besmirched his reputation and cast doubt on the authenticity of his work and the validity of his literary legacy.  It was yet another strange chapter in what had been an exceedingly strange life.

 

Kosinski was born Józef Lewinkopf in the Polish city of Lodz on 14 June 1933, the same year that Adolf Hitler became Chancellor of Germany.  After Poland was invaded by the Nazis on 1 September 1939, his Jewish parents Mieczyslaw and Elzbieta fled south with their sons (there is evidence to suggest that Jurek, as Kosinski was affectionately known by his parents, had a younger brother named Henio or Henryk), changing their surname to Kosinski — a common one in their predominantly Catholic homeland.  By early 1942 the refugees were living in a small apartment in a village called Dąbrowa Rzeczycka where they were protected and assisted by various members of the local, non-Jewish community.  Kosinski himself received a baptismal certificate from the parish priest and sometimes served as an altar boy in his church, possibly inspiring his lifelong love of disguises and other, more overt forms of deception.

 

When the war ended the family relocated to the resort town of Jelenia Góra close to the Czech border, where Kosinski took up skiing and resumed his interrupted education before leaving again to serve as a sharpshooter in the Polish army (and possibly pay a brief visit to the Soviet Union).  By 1955 he was a graduate of the University of Lodz, having obtained degrees in history and social sciences, and was studying for a PhD in sociology at the Polish Academy of Sciences in Warsaw while supporting himself as a teacher's assistant.  Eager to emigrate from Communist-controlled Poland to the democratic United States, he allegedly invented a dummy foundation and supplied affidavits from three fictional 'professors' who guaranteed he would return to his homeland if he was granted the right to study overseas.  He arrived in New York in 1957 and, after working at a variety of jobs including carpark attendant, truck driver and cinema projectionist, eventually completed his degree at Columbia University. 

 

In 1960 Kosinski, writing under the pen name Joseph Novak to protect his family who were still Polish citizens and therefore subject to reprisals from its Soviet-backed government, published The Future is Ours, Comrade, a collection of anti-Communist essays which some later claimed were suggested by if not actually written on the orders of the CIA.  (Others claimed that this was a rumor deliberately spread by the Polish government to discredit Kosinski, who had officially become a defector by failing to return to Poland.)  This was followed two years later by No Third Path, a second collection of essays published under the same family protecting pseudonym.  

 

JERZY KOSINSKI, c 1979

 

 

The latter publication brought the young exile to the attention of Mary Hayward Weir, the forty-seven year old widow of a steel magnate who, impressed by his writing, hired him to organize and catalog her library.  They were soon married despite an eighteen year difference in their ages, dividing their time between Hayward's Park Avenue duplex and her various vacation homes where Kosinski, an effective and gripping storyteller, dazzled her wealthy, well-connected friends — including Dorothy de Santillana, an editor who worked for the publishing house of Houghton Mifflin — with horrific tales of his childhood as a tramautized mute on the run from the Nazis and gangs of brutal Christian peasants in the freezing Polish countryside.  These stories eventually became The Painted Bird, his first work of what he described as 'autofiction' published in 1965, the same year he became a US citizen.

 

The Painted Bird was immediately hailed as the shocking but poignant testimony of a Holocaust survivor, universally praised by critics for what they assumed to be its stark unflinching truthfulness.  The book made its thirty-two year old author an overnight celebrity and probably helped him gain the Guggenheim Fellowship he was awarded in 1967 and the Ford Foundation grant he received the following year, the latter allowing him to enrol at the Center for Advanced Studies at Wesleyan University and go on to teach North American prose at Princeton and Yale.  He was by now divorced from Mary Weir who would die in 1968, the same year he married marketing consultant Katherina 'Kiki' von Fraunhofer, from what he always claimed was a brain tumour — a lie he transformed into literary 'fact' in his second novel Steps which would again receive high praise from the critics and go on to win that year's National Book Award.  His first wife, a depressive alcoholic, actually took her own life, with the brain tumour story concocted by Kosinski to allow him to play the role of the grieving widower — a role he continued to play for the remainder of his life despite the fact that he and Weir had separated and divorced in 1966, a full two years before her death. 

 

Kosinki's third novel Being There, published in 1970, was another bestseller and saw him win that year's American Academy of Arts and Letters Award for Literature.  Two terms as the President of the US chapter of PEN America, an organization of poets, editors and novelists dedicated to ending censorship and promoting free speech internationally, followed in 1973 and 1974, as did other honors including a B'Rith Shalom Humanitarian Freedom Award and an ACLU First Amendment Award. 

 

Kosinski was by now a very famous man, a frequent visitor to popular New York sex clubs like Plato's Retreat, the Hellfire S&M Parlor and The Vault, somebody whose friends included industrialists and politicians, the Polish-born filmmaker Roman Polanski, the actor Warren Beatty (in whose 1982 film Reds he would portray Russian revolutionary leader Grigori Zinoviev), Tonight Show hosts Johnny Carson and Joan Rivers and former Beatle George Harrison to whom his penultimate novel Pinball would be dedicated in 1982He was also hounded by English actor Peter Sellers who became obsessed with obtaining the film rights to Being There, only to be consistently rebuffed by Kosinski who felt he lacked the talent required to capture the elusive personality of the mysterious, child-like Chance.  Eventually Kosinski relented and co-wrote the screenplay for the 1979 film which earned Sellers an Academy Award nomination for Best Actor, with many critics agreeing that it was arguably the best performance of the English star's long but patchy film career.

 

Trouble was looming for Kosinski, however, in the form of an article published in The Village Voice in June 1982 which accused him of plagiarizing the plot of Being There from a Polish novel of the early 1930s titled The Career of Nicodemus Dzyma written by the prolific, well regarded novelist Tadeusz Dołęga-Mostowicz.  Like Chance, the novel's hero is a nobody who stumbles into success and rises to become a powerful politician, eventually ordering that his former boss be executed so his true identity as an ordinary workmen won't be revealed to his new friends and lover who have convinced themselves that he's a genius.  The authors of the article further claimed that The Painted Bird had not been written by Kosinski at all but by a publisher and translator named George Reavey who had been paid a fee by Kosinski to do so.  Their third accusation, that the experiences described in the novel were entirely the product of Kosinski's imagination and not the authentic experiences of a Holocaust survivor, seriously damaged his literary reputation in North America and abroad, a situation worsened by his unwillingness to categorically confirm that the book was not autobiographical but rather a work of 'autofiction' extrapolated from what he had heard and allegedly witnessed as a child.

 

The accusations meant the end of Kosinski's credibility as both a writer and a public figure, with people weighing in on both sides of the argument to berate or defend him according to their biases while he, a lifelong hypochondriac, began to speak of himself as a sick old man despite the fact that he was an extremely fit, polo playing forty-nine year old, an expert skiier and award-winning photographer who continued to indulge his passion for voyeurism in New York's hardcore sex clubs.  He spent the final years of his life working obsessively to finish The Hermit of 69th Street, writing dozens of drafts of what was by far his longest novel in an effort, some thought, to exonerate himself and repair his damaged reputation. 

 

 

JERZY KOSINSKI, 1988

 

 

Even his seemingly triumphant return to Poland in 1988 to promote the first Polish edition of The Painted Bird had its downside, with the inhabitants of Dąbrowa Rzeczycka, the village in which he and his family had been sheltered and protected between 1940 and 1945, angrily declaring that his portrayals of them were altogether false, as were his claims that he had been beaten, starved, sexually molested, thrown into a manure pile and rendered mute as the result of the cruel treatment they had collectively subjected him to.  As one villager put it when she was interviewed for a 1995 BBC documentary about his past:  "If he was alive and turned up here, then for all the nonsense he wrote about… those villagers who looked after him, knowing that they were risking their lives… for that I would personally slaughter him with a knife!"

 

Kosinski ultimately failed to restore his public reputation, a failure some of his friends believe prompted his decision to take an overdose of barbituates washed down with alcohol and asphyxiate himself in his bathtub by tying a plastic bag over his head.  But even in death there were those who did not or could not accept this interpretation of events.  Kosinski spent the last evening of his life at a party hosted by his fellow writer Gay Talese, who strenuously denied that his friend had seemed in any way maudlin or depressed (which, of course, does not prove that he was neither of these things given his lifelong, seemingly innate talent for deception).  Kosinski had by this time reconnected with his Jewish heritage, founding and presiding over an organization called the Jewish Presence Foundation which set out to raise awareness of Jewish contributions to world culture and encourage Jewish empowerment, something he unpopularly insisted could only become possible by consigning the Holocaust to the past and ceasing to refer to it.  He also participated in the creation of the AmerBank, the first western financial institution to be chartered by the new government of post-Communist Poland.  He was still wealthy enough to travel and continued to do so frequently with his second wife Kiki in the weeks preceding his death, continuing to enjoy the jet-setting lifestyle he had been living, virtually non-stop, since marrying his first wife in 1962.

 

What matters, in the end, is not Kosinski's truthfulness but the works of art he left behind in both written and visual form.  He may have written none of his books or he may have written or partially written all of them.  The point is that somebody wrote them, just as somebody who may or may not have been William Shakespeare wrote the plays we now attribute to England's most iconic playwright.  Kosinski created at least two enduring classics of late twentieth century literature in The Painted Bird and Being There, with the latter displaying as many dissimilarities to The Career of Nicodemus Dzyma as it does similarities, particularly in terms of electronic media which was still in its infancy in 1932.  Where should the line be drawn between fiction and fabrication?  When it comes to untangling the complex life and work of Jerzy Kosinski, it is impossible to tell where reality ends and fiction begins. 

 

 

 

 

Use the links below to read Her Private Devil, a 1999 article about the sex life of JERZY KOSINSKI written by his former lover and fellow sex club devotee LAURIE STEIBER and The Rise and Fall of Jerzy Kosinski, an illuminating 2007 essay by PHILIP ROUTH.

 


http://nymag.com/nymetro/arts/features/1063/





http://www.artsandopinion.com/2007_v6_n6/routh-3.htm

 

 

 

 

All seven novels by JERZY KOSINSKI remain in print, as does the 1992 nonfiction collection Passing By: Selected Essays 1962–1991 that he was in the process of compiling at the time of his death.

 

 


Lorimar Productions, 1979



 

 

The film adaptation of Being There, with a script co-written by JERZY KOSINSKI and ROBERT C JONES (although only KOSINSKI received screen credit for it), was released by Lorimar Productions on 19 December 1979.  Directed by HAL ASHBY, the film starred PETER SELLERS as Chance, SHIRLEY MACLAINE as Eve Rand and MELVYN DOUGLAS as her husband Benjamin Rand.  

 

 

 

 

 

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Thursday, 23 February 2023

Think About It 085: JERZY KOSINSKI

 

The only way to make life meaningful spiritually is take it moment by moment.  You can be decent and important to yourself only if you actually grasp what is happening in this very moment since that's all your life is all about.  It is always a given moment.  It is not the past, and certainly not the future.  There might not be any future.  And so the only way to make sense out of your life is to define it as, indeed, if it were a novel.
 
Interview [1988]
 
 
 
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Thursday, 3 December 2020

The Write Advice 141: ISAAC BASHEVIS SINGER


In the process of creating them [ie. his dozens of short stories], I have become aware of the many dangers that lurk behind the writer of fiction.  The worst of them are: 1) The idea that the writer must be a sociologist and a politician, adjusting himself to what are called social dialectics.  2) Greed for money and quick recognition.  3) Forced originality –– namely, the illusion that pretentious innovations in style, and playing with artificial symbols can express the basic and ever-changing nature of human relations, or reflect the combinations and complications of heredity and environment.  These verbal pitfalls of so-called 'experimental' writing have done damage even to genuine talent; they have destroyed much of modern poetry by making it obscure, esoteric, and charmless.  Imagination is one thing, and the distortion of what Spinoza called 'the order of things' is something else entirely.  Literature can very well describe the absurd, but it should never become absurd itself.
      Although the short story is not in vogue nowadays, I still believe that it constitutes the utmost challenge to the creative writer.  Unlike the novel, which can absorb and even forgive lengthy digressions, flashbacks, and loose construction, the short story must aim directly at its climax.  It must possess uninterrupted tension and suspense.  Also, brevity is its very essence.  The short story must have a definite plan; it cannot be what in literary jargon is called 'a slice of life.'  The masters of the short story, Chekhov, Maupassant, as well as the sublime scribe of the Joseph story in the Book of Genesis, knew exactly where they were going.  One can read them over and over again and never get bored.  Fiction in general should never become analytic.  As a matter of fact, the writer of fiction should not even try to dabble in psychology and its various 'isms.' Genuine literature informs while it entertains.  It manages to be both clear and profound.  It has the magical power of merging causality with purpose, doubt with faith, the passions of the flesh with the yearnings of the soul.  It is unique and general, national and universal, realistic and mystical.  While it tolerates commentary by others, it should never try to explain itself.  These obvious truths must be emphasized, because false criticism and pseudo-originality have created a state of literary amnesia in our generation.  The zeal for messages has made many writers forget that storytelling is the raison d'être of artistic prose.


Introduction to The Collected Stories (1982)


 

Use the link below to visit the website of Polish-born North American Yiddish writer ISAAC BASHEVIS SINGER (1902–1991):

 

https://www.bashevissinger.com/

 

 

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Thursday, 30 April 2020

Some Books About… JOSEPH CONRAD


JOSEPH CONRAD  
3 December 1857 – 3 August 1924



 

 

 

Joseph Conrad, who was born Józef Teodor Konrad Nalecz Korzeniowski on 3 December 1857 in what had recently become the Ukrainian city of Berdyczów, is now considered to be one of the key figures of early literary Modernism, a novelist whose work became a profound influence on many of the writers –– André Gide (who was for a time his French translator), Virginia Woolf, William Faulkner and Ernest Hemingway to name just four –– who would themselves go on to become important novelists in the years preceding and immediately following World War One.  While Conrad is perhaps best remembered today as the author of the groundbreaking 1899 novella The Heart of Darkness, it was in his full scale novels Lord Jim (1900), Nostromo (1904), The Secret Agent (1907) and Under Western Eyes (1911) that he can be said to have genuinely pushed the boundaries of the form, creating ironic, multi-layered narratives which dragged the English novel out of its cosy Victorian rectitude into what would prove to be a bleak and frequently terrifying new century.  

 

That Conrad, a Pole by birth whose second language was French, achieved this by writing in his third language (or fourth as there is evidence to suggest that he was also fluent in German) was nothing short of miraculous, as was his apparently instinctual understanding of evil and heroism and the vital role that integrity and personal responsibility play in all human undertakings.  He is the subject of innumerable works of criticism and at least half a dozen major biographies, with the numbers of each growing by the year as critics, cultural as well as literary, continue to mine his work for clues to the various moral and political dilemmas the world still finds itself confronted by today.

 

 



Pelican/Penguin Books UK, 1971

 

 

Joseph Conrad: A Critical Biography (1960) by JOCELYN BAINES

 

Unlike most literary biographers, Jocelyn Baines was not an academic as such.  He was born in London in the same year that his one and only biographical subject died and worked for most of his professional life as an antiquarian bookseller, leaving that honourable profession for a brief stint as an editor at the English publishing firm of Longmans, Green.  Although he read law at Oxford University and obtained an English degree, his study of Conrad's life –– the first major English biography of the novelist to appear in almost forty years –– is anything but donnish.   

 

The book is divided into fourteen chapters, each of which is further subdivided into sections to facilitate the reading experience and ensure the presentation of facts never becomes so relentless that they can't be easily assimilated.  While this may seem a trivial observation, it is not.  Many literary biographies, particularly those which focus on towering figures like Conrad, can quickly become a drain on the reader's endurance, turning what should be a pleasurable and informative experience into a dull unedifying chore.  Baines presents the facts of Conrad's life –– his birth in a section of Poland which had recently been annexed by Russia, the exile of his father for reasons of political expediency and the deaths of both his parents while he was still a young boy, his struggle to go to sea against the wishes of his autocratic uncle first in France and eventually in England, his gaining of his first (and only) maritime command and subsequent desertion of the sea for what became the even more uncertain career of professional writer –– in a clear straightforward manner, providing enough in the way of supplementary detail to convincingly recreate what, even by action-packed nineteenth and early twentieth century standards, was an extraordinarily rich and fascinating life.  

 

Baines does this, in part, by including a generous selection of quotations drawn from the hundreds if not thousands of letters Conrad wrote throughout his life, including those composed in French to people like Marguerite Poradowska, the Polish-born Belgian novelist who was his maternal cousin by marriage and the woman, nine years his senior, whom he may have unsuccessfully proposed to before marrying Jessie George, eldest daughter of his London landlady, in March 1896.  (Unfortunately, the letters written in French are untranslated, an oversight which should have been corrected in the reprinted edition of the book published in 1993.)  By allowing Conrad to tell key parts of his own story in his own words, Baines provides the reader with unusually lucid insights into his subject's character, state of mind and literary preoccupations.  He also has a gift for analysing Conrad's novels without becoming mired in esoteric academic language, of which his comments about Under Western Eyes should serve as a typically concise example:

 

There is a very successful attempt to present what Razumov [the novel's protagonist] thought … indeed, the characters in Under Western Eyes are more subtly and convincingly developed than those in any other of Conrad's novels.  Razumov himself is the most considerable character that Conrad created; his thoughts, words, and actions reveal depths of personality which show that Conrad succeeded in identifying himself imaginatively with him. 


 

While Joseph Conrad: A Critical Biography is not the most erudite book ever published about this great and still much studied novelist, it remains one of the more accessible in terms of style and length.  It's also something practically never encountered in today's cut-throat and rapidly shrinking book market –– a reliable, uncondescending biography written for the non-specialist by a fellow (passionate and well-read) non-specialist that I would unhesitatingly recommend to anybody seeking to broaden their knowledge of Conrad's life as a means of acquiring a deeper understanding of his fiction. 

 

Joseph Conrad: A Critical Biography is no longer in print.  

 

 



Ecco Press, 1989

 

 

 

Joseph Conrad: A Personal Remembrance (1924) by FORD MADOX FORD

 

'He was small rather than large in height,' Ford Madox Ford states in the opening paragraph of the monograph he published about his friend and collaborator shortly after Conrad's death on 3 August 1924, '…very broad in the shoulder and long in the arm; dark in complexion with black hair and a clipped black beard.  He had the gestures of a Frenchman who shrugs his shoulders frequently.  When you had really secured his attention he would insert a monocle into his right eye and scrutinise your face from very near as a watchmaker looks into the works of a watchHe entered a room with his head held high, rather stiffly and with a haughty manner, moving his head once semicircularly.  In this one movement he had expressed to himself the room and its contents; his haughtiness was due to his determination to master that room, not to dominate its occupants, his chief passion being the realisation of aspects of himself.'  This is an astonishingly vivid description of Conrad the human being as opposed to Conrad the literary icon, entirely characteristic of Ford and what he set out to achieve in this short, affectionate, elegantly composed memoir. 

 

Ford was the perfect person to write such a book, having collaborated with Conrad on three novels –– The Inheritors (1901), Romance (1903) and The Nature of a Crime (written in 1906 but published, like this memoir, in 1924) –– after being introduced to him in 1898 by Conrad's friend and literary advisor Edward Garnett.  Theirs quickly became a mutually instructive friendship which naturally lent itself to collaboration and the perfecting of a literary technique that Conrad had dubbed 'progression d'effet' or, in English, progression of effect.  'In writing a novel,' Ford explains, 'we agreed that every word set on paper –– every word set on paper –– must carry the story forward and, that as the story progressed, the story must be carried forward faster and faster and with more and more intensity.'  This method of writing, which became a core principle of what would come to be known as literary impressionism (and the modern spy and detective novel), is now considered to be one of Conrad's most essential contributions to Western literature –– a contribution it may have been impossible for him to make had he not met and worked so closely with the man he originally knew as Ford Madox Hueffer.  (Ford changed his surname after World War One in an effort to re-invent himself following his military service in the trenches of France and the entirely understandable nervous breakdown he suffered as a result of that altogether horrific experience.)

 

Although their friendship was no longer as close by 1909 –– it became strained after they quarrelled about Conrad's contributions to The English Review, a new periodical Ford was at that time editing, and was further compromised by the affair the still-married Ford had recently begun with journalist Violet Hunt –– Ford's genuine affection for Conrad and his memories of the many hours they spent discussing the art and practise of writing at Pent Farm in rural Kent shines through on every page.  It closes with a moving addendum, composed in (again untranslated) French, of Ford's thoughts written immediately after learning of Conrad's death that originally appeared in the Journal Littéraire on 26 August 1924.

 

As generous and laudatory as it is, Ford's memoir was vehemently disliked by the widow of his friend and former collaborator.  Jessie Conrad –– who would go on to write several newspaper articles and two interesting if unreliable memoirs of her own about the husband whose genius she claimed not to have understood –– never warmed to Ford, whom she considered too bohemian in his outlook in addition to being a shameless exploiter of Conrad's overly generous nature.  She publicly criticized Ford after his memoir appeared, going so far as to describe his reminiscences as 'detestable' to one Fleet Street journalist.  

 

Personally, I think Mrs Conrad got it wrong.  For all his faults, of which he possessed as many as the next person, Ford could not count insincerity or the failure to pay his friends due homage among them.  A Personal Remembrance stands as an eloquent heartfelt tribute to a man he genuinely respected and admired and what they accomplished as novelists both individually and collectively. 

 

Joseph Conrad: A Personal Remembrance may still be obtainable from your local library, bookstore or preferred online provider.  

 

Joseph Conrad As I Knew Him (1927) and Joseph Conrad and His Circle (1935), both written by JESSIE CONRAD, are long out of print, as is Joseph Conrad: Times Remembered the better memoir by the writer's youngest son JOHN CONRAD published by the Cambridge University Press in 1981. 





Farrar Straus Giroux first US edition, 1979

 

 

Joseph Conrad: The Three Lives (1979) by FREDERICK R KARL

 

It is hard to believe that this was only the third Conrad biography published since the writer's death, following the previously mentioned work by Jocelyn Baines and Gérard Jean-Aubry's Joseph Conrad: Life and Letters (1927) and Vie de Conrad (1947, translated ten years later as The Sea-Dreamer: A Definitive Biography of Joseph Conrad).  What Baines lacked in detail and Jean-Aubry lacked in verisimilitude –– although he knew Conrad and translated much of his work into French, the Frenchman had a worrying tendency to extrapolate Conrad's fiction into his life and vice versa, making many of his claims and assumptions unreliable –– Frederick R Karl more than made up for in this massive tome, a book which remains one of the truly great literary biographies and a landmark of modern literary scholarship.

 

A critic of no small repute and a published novelist in his own right, Karl combines extensive research with a keen appreciation of Conrad's literary achievements and scrupulous analysis of his subject's novels, short stories, memoirs and even the three plays he wrote in his always urgent quest to obtain a steady source of income for his family.  He depicts Conrad's life as a voyage of discovery divided into three distinct but overlapping phases –– the young self-exiled Pole struggling to find a purpose and make his way in the world, the apprentice seaman who taught himself to speak and read English and rose through the ranks of the British merchant service to become master of the Otago in 1885 only to be denied the captaincy he undoubtedly deserved, and finally the writer who faced a different kind of struggle to earn enough by his pen to support his ailing wife and sons. 

 

Building upon what was unearthed by Conrad's previous biographers, Karl refutes many of their unsubstantiated claims (particularly those of Jean-Aubry) while confirming and elaborating on others, doing it all in a style that never patronizes the reader or becomes so academic as to become off-putting or tedious to read.  He is refreshingly honest about the uneven quality of much of Conrad's later output, unafraid to state which, in his view, are his important works and which, like his last published novel The Rover (1923), would probably not have seen the light of day had their author not been so chronically strapped for cash throughout so much of his career. 

 

The Three Lives was recognised as the masterpiece it is by many leading reviewers of the day, including Anthony Burgess who described it as '…a model of American scholarship in which not even the most recherché reference has gone unresearchedIt tells the story of a very sad man, a hopeless warrior, and of the heroinism of a wife who… suffered not only in herself but for him.'  There have, of course, been many other Conrad biographies published since 1979 but none, I dare to venture, that compare with Professor Karl's work in terms of erudition and sheer attention to detail.  

 

Joseph Conrad: The Three Lives is no longer in print. 

 

FREDERICK R KARL was the co-editor, with his colleague LAURENCE DAVIES, of The Collected Letters of Joseph Conrad which were published in nine volumes by the Cambridge University Press between 1983 and 2007.

 

 
 


Oxford University Press, 2000

 

 

Oxford Reader's Companion to Conrad (2000) by OWEN KNOWLES and GENE MOORE [editors]

 

This slim but densely packed book, first published in hardback by the Oxford University Press in 2000, is aptly named.  Edited by two of the world's leading Conrad scholars, with contributions from four of their colleagues including Zdzislaw Najder who was Conrad's first Polish biographer, it delivers exactly what its title promises –– an easy to use, cross-referenced guide to its subject's life and career which provides effective short analyses of all his published works (no story, tale, novel, play or significant piece of journalism or non-fiction is omitted), including summaries of their plots, overviews of past and current critical responses along with many helpful suggestions for further reading.  

 

This is the book I find myself automatically reaching for when I need further information regarding a particular point of Conrad's life or work.  (This post would have been difficult to write without it.)  It is informative, concise and helpfully separated into categories like 'Private Life and Attitudes,' 'Reputation' and 'Critical Approaches' which make it an indispensable research tool for the scholar and non-specialist alike.  It also contains a well-structured chronology, a family tree and four maps of, respectively, Conrad's divided Poland, Conrad's Malay Archipelago (the setting for Lord Jim and much of his finest short fiction), the River Congo (the setting for The Heart of Darkness and a river he personally navigated in 1890 as first mate of the paddle steamer Roi des Belges) and his various Homes in southeast England.  What more could any Conrad enthusiast reasonably expect from a reference book?  This truly is a work designed for the so-called 'ordinary reader' (if there is such a thing), dating from a time before the internet became the preferred source of information not just about literature but about everything else on our factoid obsessed planet. 

 

The Oxford Reader's Companion to Joseph Conrad may still be obtainable from your local library, bookstore or preferred online provider.

 

 
 
 
 
THE JOSEPH CONRAD SOCIETY is a UK-based organisation (with an allied branch in North America) devoted to 'the study of all aspects of the writings and life of Joseph Conrad' that also aims to 'provide a forum and resource for Conrad scholars throughout the world and those with a strong interest in things Conradian.'
 


 

 

 

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The Secret Agent: A Simple Tale (1907) by JOSEPH CONRAD

 
 

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A Call: The Tale of Two Passions (1910) by FORD MADOX FORD

 

 

 

 

Last updated 30 September 2021